| I don’t know what the FUCK y’all been doin'
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| But this what they want
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| I’d like to give a R.I.P. |
| in advance
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| To all my enemies, die quick nigga!
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| Straight outta Southside, crazy motherfucker named Bank-o
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| Crack rap, million dollar bankroll
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| Black 'Lac, with my outta state ho
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| These niggas talk gangsta but really ain’t though (no!)
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| I’m a stormy night, you a rainbow
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| I’m a G, tight clothes ain’t my thing bro
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| Fuck tha police with a HIV carrier
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| No Vaseline and an M-16 (yeah)
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| I’m ridin dirty but the Bent' pimp clean (yeah)
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| It got a body like I feed it Creatine
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| My birthstones are diamond, my favorite color’s green
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| I smoke lean and piss Louie the 13 (boy!)
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| Yeah, y’all motherfuckers shot my momma crib up
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| My sister, my niece in there
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| I’m gettin' y’all niggas hit for $ 500
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| I’ma be in London motherfucker
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| My name is Yayo, a crazy nigga don’t play though
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| I hit your Planters peanut with the eight-oh
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| Al-Qaeda, expert murkin'
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| When all my niggas die they gon' have 80 virgins
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| In the 'burbs swervin, 'cause I’m drunk and I’m high
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| With that Glock, that pump, that MAC and fo'-five (break it down now!)
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| FUCK the police! |
| They killed Sean Bell (WHAT?)
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| FUCK the Feds! |
| I’ll still deal fishscale (WHAT?)
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| Mini-Me niggas wanna copy my style
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| But legal aid lawyers ain’t good for trial
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| Pull up to the projects and throw the kids 100's (I ain’t lyin'!)
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| Drop-top Phantom got him sick in his stomach, brrrrrat!
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| These niggas is weak son
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| Lookin like cookies 'n cream to me
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| God damn, a fly man, a heartbeat man
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| Niggas know any of these niggas can get it
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| Nigga this Boo-Boo, but you could call me 50
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| Fuck with me the police will have to get me
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| 760-I, I ride, I’m a rider
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| Molotov, I toss that, you on fire
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| Beef pop, I stop talkin' and get quiet
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| And make the muzzle on the TEC look like it’s on fire
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| My shit jam and un-jam like I planned it
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| Like I was just takin' a breather, I’m back blammin'
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| I’m Charles Bronson, Dirty Harry, with the cannon
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| You shootin' back but you ain’t hittin' shit I’m still standin'
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| When shit don’t go down smooth I don’t panic
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| Switch pistols, switch hands, switch targets hit your man
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| Yeah, nigga I’m straight outta Southside
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| I’m back on that gorilla shit, that cold-hearted killer shit
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| Nigga stunt with your mouth wide
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| We move around militant, we trained for some iller shit
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| Muh’fucker, Southside! |